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School is a foretaste of life.

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Life After War

Being nice is not enough…
A relationship is tough…
Living by the relationship…

If you are ready that’s cool…
But in that way you never…
Finished school

And the teen age life you…
Never lived…
Protecting your country was …

Your Adams rib…
Now because of what you did…
Joining the army at 17…

That uniform was your dream…
But the conflict that came and went…
Give your life a different scent…

Marriage at such a young age…
Entwined in war gave rage…
Hiding to the world…


Now back home to face the girl…
Her being your wife…
And the war…then that strife…

What an after life
War rules kelp you living…
Back in the world…
People are not giving…

Sleeping in mud…
Running up and down hills…
This “back to the world”…
Life isn’t real…

After 13 months you still wish to kill…
For that was your only drill…
Now you are an adult…

Living on a whole new boat…
The laws are new and has truly…
Changed…
Now I am somewhat deranged…

Strange…
Bottled…
Up is anger plenty…

Sympathy I don’t have any…
Tears fill my eyes…
Now my life I surmise…

Surprise…

In the mind dead or alive…
The nightmares rise…
Now all tensed up inside…

The least little thing…
And life is disrupted…
Not to mention the demands of a relationship…

Ooooo! I what to bust that lip…
But this calls for a new chip…
Because of the things which I never did…

For in the army my teenage…
Year were hide…
Being a trooper you have this duty…

Making you true to the flag…“Back to the world” a drag…
The people here play tag…
In the world I come from…Tag will get you killed…

Prejudice…has not changed…
In the hood the same old thang…
So now I try to concentrate my brain…

Just to fit in…you know be plain…
But people still thought me insane…
So to God I go…

Prostrating on the floor…
Pray and pray…and pray some more…
The things I did to other…
I dare tell my mother…
With her I could not live…
For deep within I pout…
And at the world I shout…

In the hospital…
Cause shouting isn’t right…
The nightmares get worse each night…

My whole being filling with tears…
Doctors keep putting me on those pills…
Soon they become a thrill…

Is my life real?
Why do I still want to kill?
Leaving the hospital without…the doctors…
Consent…

Reliving the past…
My friends dying all around …
At home they cannot see my pain…
Now my body hears no sound…

After all the dead bodies I found…
Some younger then me…
Damn! Why can’t my government see…

What a teen life they stole …
Now I am middle age…
That’s getting old…

And still to the flag I will give my soul…
Even when they lied to me…
While I was rising my hand…

After I do …I became a man…
So now the after math…
Death seem to smooth…

Why did live…
And not die in that bloody pool…
My death to even the score…

I can’t live like this any more…
My responsibilities are not the same…
People playing silly games…

In the world I live games got you dead…
Crowds give me fear…
I treat them as if hunting a deer…

My relationships are slow…
I grow as time go…
But still down deep inside…

Mountains of shame I hide…
And yet there is this American pride…
What is it we me…

Many friends back in that catastrophe…
My life ain’t no good for me…
Help me…to die…and be a hero…

Let me be among the ARMIES best…
Those who died have pass the test…
Not living in this new world…

Not seeing new rules…
Women I have learn to respect…
They are the only ones who gave a hack…

And the flag…as I die …I still respect…
My friends of that far away land…
I’ll come back again…

Love you my brothers…
For you the brave have no color…


Whisperkwane
swtlamb@yahoo.c om

Dedication to All who keep this home land free…

For the trooper of all wars (VIETNAM) …
I pray everyday…that my life I can take away…
I remember you…all…Hoping the government will as well.

Shout out: to 173rd…the heard 1967-75
Bong Song…jungle…Long Range Reconnaissance Patrol (lrrps)

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School is practice for future life, practice makes perfect and nobodys perfect, so why practice?

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By the time a man is 35 he knows that the images of the right man, the tough man, the true man which he received in high school do not work in life.

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Anybody who accepts mediocrity - in school, on the job, in life - is a person who compromises, and when the leader compromises, the whole organization compromises.

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When I finished school, I took my entire life savings - $5,000 - and invested it in a business. I was young. I was inexperienced. But I was an entrepreneur, and I was proud. And in six weeks, I was broke.

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The Summer of Sixty Eight

It wasn’t the summer of 69
It was the summer of 68
A levels
Leaving school
Suddenly the map of life changed
School bullies puffed up on hormonal bravado
Were now like amateur men
John Marshall
A school bully
Who, strangely, I got on with
Me with my sticky out ears and buck teeth and skinniness
Him with that rascal look
Him who’d got two B’s
And me with my 4 A’s
Summer
Hot – at least for England.

We’d all got our results
No more school uniform
Eighteen
But still sitting near the kids’ playground
At ‘the Marsh’
We’d grown up there
Been kids there
And now the great divide would come
Me – university to study maths
Him – he had no idea.

Forty years later
Him – a mental health nurse in Leeds
Me - a mental health patient in Gosford
What happened to that divide?
To that parting of the ways?
Had we just taken different paths
But followed the same journey
Though to different destinations?

The sun’s now shining in Australia
But it’s wet and cold in Leeds
I think he may be happier
For not wanting to succeed.

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A Parents Pain

Have you thought about the pain that a parent goes through
When they find out that their child has been kidnapped and abused.
(this is just a story)

She was coming home from school that day
When her life was taken away.
A child predator on the prowl
Waiting to take someone down.

She lived only a block away
When she became the predators prey.
He grabbed her so fast -she could not scream
And since that day she hadn’t been seen.

The search began block to block
The publics outrage would not stop.
They found her body in an alleyway
By some children who went out to play.

The parents screams filled the air
As their eyes began to tear.
The hatred of what this man had done
Filled the hearts of everyone.

As their daughter was put in the ground
This child predator the police had found.
But there is nothing that could take away the pain
For their lives would forever change.

The photographs and memories of when she was growing.
These are the things that this man had stolen.
No more pictures that they could take
For it was now, much too late.

The pains of the parents have got to be heard
And it’s time to spread the word.

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While You're Here Enjoy

While You’re Here Enjoy

Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Friday, May 28,2010 @ 11: 25 AM

Endurance people stand up or nobody will care

Support brethren for your time is near

Stay focus and be positive

Stay strong and learn to forgive

Don’t end up at the bunt of a knife

Don’t folly for it will end your life

Always remember that you’re a Queen or King

Stay righteous in each and everything

Don’t always take do learn how to give

Make this world a better place for us all to live

Not every tale will be conclusive

Make love your only ulterior motive

Respect your elders and your better half too

Love yourself and others can learn to love you

Never end up as somebody’s mule

Stay in school and be nobody’s fool

Life can be so very cruel

So to the fire don’t add more fuel

Don’t waste you life on a barstool

Pull up your pants and stop trying to be cool

Be noble and remember where you’re from

Be kind to others and respect your dad and mom

Remember to always stay calm

Each day you must chant a psalm

Stop the nonsense for we have all had enough

Pulling your gun doesn’t make you tough

The system is meant to keep us childlike

So remember to think before you strike

Good reasons why Solomon was wise

He never rush into his own demise

Eyes pealed around every corner

Watch your steps or you’ll be a goner

Not too many you can truly trust

Not every journey has to end up in a bust

Remember manners and always say please

If you lay with dogs you rise with flees

Learn how to take a compliment

You can’t always win every argument

Make your life an event

Remember it’s not the words, but its intent

Live your life filled with joy

Never end up as somebody’s toy

People’s lives don’t try to destroy

Life is too short so while you’re here enjoy

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Spies

Sick and tired, the way they walk
Sick and tired, the way they talk
Sick and tired, the things they say
Sick and tired, wheres my j?
Sick and tired, same old song
Sick and tired, wheres my bong?
Sick and tired, anarchy!
Spies are all around me, spies in every county
Spies, my heads are bounty
Snipers in the air
The neighborhood watch is after us.
The neighborhood watch dont like richters bus
The neighborhood watch is what they say,
But when I see them walkin towards me, I light another...
Generation x is the title they use
When I skate down mackenzie avenue.
Everybody that I see is lookin at me like a vandal
Maybe cause Im (wheelin? ) in some dickies and some sandals
Man, I know what you mean when you talk about the neighborhood
The old folks always sayin that we aint no good
Talkin to my pops about my music
Sayin we should keep it down and not abuse it
Man, I dont sweat those old ass bastards.
I just sit on the curb and with my herb and get plastered
They work all day long, they seem so bored
I think their ass should reside in the county morgue
Theyre postin up signs, man I think they should chill
Talkin if I dont call the cops then my neighbor will
Cause from city to city its all the same.
The neighborhood watch is a big ass gang
Sick and tired the way they walk,
Sick and tired the way they talk
Sick and tired the things they say, sick and tired. wheres my j?
Sick and tired, same old song, sick and tired wheres my bong?
Sick and tired, anarchy!
Spies are all around me, spies in every county
Spies, my heads are bounty
Snipers in the air
The neighborhood watch is after us.
The neighborhood watch dont like richters bus
The neighborhood watch is what they say,
But when I think theyre walkin towards me, I light another...
Every night when the street lights came on
We used to gather round, take rips from that bong.
Cause john wayne country, republican block
A bunch of overweight housewives that wanna be cops.
Cook and clean, the life of slave
Take kottonmouths advice and call jenny craig
Its not in my control, when we were in school
Wanna see us livin life like the golden rule
Peepin out the window, folks always looking
Minding my business when they should be cooking
Bored is how their life must be,
Wait till theres a real crime on our street
Thats when, yeah theyll all run and hide
Leaving kottonmouth behind to take the neighborhood pride
When the criminals are lying dead in the streets
Kottonmouths returning all the stolen tvs
Yeah but thats all right, its all good
Now you know whos watchin this neighborhood
Cause from city to city its all the same
The neighborhood watch is a bitch ass gang
Sick and tired, the way they walk
Sick and tired, the way they talk
Sick and tired, the things they say
Sick and tired, wheres my j?
Sick and tired, same old song
Sick and tired, wheres my bong?
Sick and tired, anarchy!
Spies are all around me, spies in every county
Spies, my heads are bounty
Snipers in the air
The neighborhood watch is after us.
The neighborhood watch dont likerichters bus.
The neighborhood watch is what they say,
But when I see them walkin towards me, I light another...

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Empire State Of Mind

Yeah, Yeah, I'ma up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere

I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicanos
Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash spot,560 State Street
Catch me in the Kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry

Cruising down 8th Street, off-white Lexus
Driving so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me I'm up at Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard, and I brought my boys with me

Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai tai
Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives
Nigga I be spiked out, I can trip a referee,
Tell by my attitude, that I am most definitely from

In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York
New York, New York
(I made you hot, nigga)

Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game,
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though
But I got a gang of niggas walking with my clique, though

Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rock
Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip hop
Yellow Cab, Gypsy Cab, Dollar Cab, holla back
For foreigners that ain't fifty they act like they forgot how to act

Eight million stories, out there, and they're naked
Cities is a pity, half of y'all won't make it
Me I gotta plug, Special Ed 'I Got It Made'
If Jesus payin' LeBron, I'm paying Dwyane Wade

Three dice, Cee-lo, three-card, Monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace, Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the king yo, I'm from the Empire State that's

In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York
New York, New York

Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick
The sidelines is, blind with casualties
Who sipping life casually, then gradually become worse

Don't bite the apple Eve, caught up in the in crowd
Now you're in style end of the winter gets cold
En vogue with your skin out, the city of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the cities filled with them

Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
Hail Mary to the city you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you life starts when the church ends

Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feeling like a champion
The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien

In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York
New York, New York

One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty
No place in the world that can compare
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Come on, come on)

In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York
New York, New York

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Thy Will Be Done!

I always thought that Jean La Mare was strange,
Gave me the creeps,
With lank, uncared for russet hair
And eyes with depths and deeps,
She hung her head when walking by
Wore dresses to her shins,
She had no friends at school, at lunch
Sat by the rubbish bins.

Her father was the picture of a
Martinet of old,
Bolt upright, at attention he
Would rant at her, and scold.
An Army Colonel, long retired
His wife dead in the ground,
His thoughts for bringing daughters up
Were ancient, and profound.

She dared not answer back, nor baulk
At anything he said,
He kept her close, so close we thought
That she slept in his bed.
We never saw her out of school
She cooked and cleaned and swept,
When asked if she'd be at the Ball,
She turned away, and wept.

Time passed, and we had left the school,
Got on with living life,
I met someone, and pretty soon
Had caught myself a wife,
But my old friend from schooldays
Richard Carson, lived alone,
He said he'd not met anyone
Who thrilled him to the bone.

We'd all turned just on thirty when
He dropped the big surprise,
He said that he'd asked Jean La Mare!
I answered, 'Is that wise? '
It seems the Martinet had died,
Was safely in his box,
So Jean was free, and so was he
To tie the wedding knots.

I saw her at the wedding there,
The first time then for years,
I saw her laugh for once, she laughed
So much, it came to tears.
They seemed so happy in that church,
Her burden dead and gone,
But Richard told me later of
Her curse - 'Thy Will Be Done! '

For every evening of her life
She'd get down on her knees,
Before a varnished wooden box
And pray that she had pleased!
The box stood on the mantelpiece
And Richard dared not ask
Just what was in that box; he thought
It was her father's ash!

She'd pray and ask for guidance, then
She'd listen in the gloom,
He never heard a murmur but, she did,
Before that tomb!
She'd answer statements no-one made,
Would wail, then plead, implore,
While Richard stayed away and hid,
Stood listening by the door!

He asked her what her father said
When he'd approached him once,
The old man turned and marched away,
He'd felt quite like a dunce!
He'd asked if he could take her out,
The Colonel stood and glared:
'If you should even speak to her, young man,
I'll see you dead! '

But Jean had blushed and looked away,
And wouldn't answer then,
She muttered: 'He just didn't want me
Mixing with young men! '
But then she started acting strange,
Would slyly look away,
Whenever he came in the room
As she was going to pray.

He came to see me, looking ill,
He said he was unwell,
That Jean was getting stranger by the day
His life was hell!
She'd served him up a meal that made
Him sick, perspire and weak,
I told him he should get away...
He found it hard to speak!

I didn't want to interfere
But things were looking grim,
I went around to see them, well, not her,
I cared for him.
She flashed a look of hate at me,
Unbridled, undisguised,
She looked like some fanatic with
Grey analytic eyes.

She left us then to talk, and I
Saw on the mantelpiece,
The box that he'd described to me,
I said, 'Just call the Police! '
I'd flipped the clasp, the front swung down
It opened up to dread,
For staring at us both, we saw
His eyeless, staring head!

Then Jean came back, let out a scream,
Attacked me with a knife,
I caught her wrist, said: 'Richard,
Just restrain your crazy wife! '
She fell down on her knees and cried:
'I tried to be a son! '
Then listened, as if hearing it,
Then said, 'Thy will be done! '

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School Life

School life
Boring, homework
Working, testing, learning
Boredom, tiredness, work, English,
Busy

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School Of Life

We graduate from school,
And join the growing pool,
Of the Human Race,
To fight for a place,
We can finally stand,
A woman or a man,
We don't graduate from school,
This school of life, a rule.
The only time we leave,
The time for our release,
Lay down like an autumn leaf,
We will finally be at peace.

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The school of life

God is the mentor, we the protégé
In this school of life
Most valuable of all degrees
Most toughest of all exams
Knowledge grows through self experience
Failure makes us strong
God conducts innumerous tests
To test our tolerance and make us better
The course duration varies
But time is trifling
The achievements are vital
When you complete your course
And depart from this school
The number of hearts you touched
Is your real degree
The number of people you enthused
Is your real marks
The number of souls remembering you
Is your true success in this exam

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The School Of Life

The place were much was learned; The School Of Life.

A far different place than papers, books, and homework.
The School of Life, is a never ending, when it comes to lessons.

In The School Of Life, I have learned, that not
all, is ever learned, or comprehended.

The School Of Life, often teaches one, some bitter and
disappointing lessons.

This school, reveals much in the way of surprises. Many
that of a happy nature and some, devastating.

Somehow, The School Of Life, teaches one, to keep going.
To try...try and try again. We learn that much is gained
through tenacity. We learn it matters not how many times
one is knocked down, for it is how many times we get
up, that is the test in this school.

We learn of mans inhumanity to man. We learn that in
helping our fellow human beings, there is much reward.

We learn, that The School Of Life, has no graduating day.
We learn, that we remain, an ongoing student of education.

The School Of Life, does have its rewards; a diploma of
knowledge, understanding and wisdom.

The School Of Life, better than any college in the world.
The School of Life, where knowledge is ones ticket to
anyplace in the world.

Learn ye well, for in The School Of Life, one does not
have the opportunity to repeat a grade.

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The School Of Life...

The place were much was learned; The School Of Life.

A far different place than papers, books, and homework.
The School of Life, is a never ending, when it comes to lessons.

In The School Of Life, I have learned, that not
all, is ever learned, or comprehended.

The School Of Life, often teaches one, some bitter and
disappointing lessons.

This school, reveals much in the way of surprises. Many
that of a happy nature and some, devastating.

Somehow, The School Of Life, teaches one, to keep going.
To try...try and try again. We learn that much is gained
through tenacity. We learn it matters not how many times
one is knocked down, for it is how many times we get
up, that is the test in this school.

We learn of mans inhumanity to man. We learn that in
helping our fellow human beings, there is much reward.

We learn, that The School Of Life, has no graduating day.
We learn, that we remain, an ongoing student of education.

The School Of Life, does have its rewards; a diploma of
knowledge, understanding and wisdom.

The School Of Life, better than any college in the world.
The School of Life, where knowledge is ones ticket to
anyplace in the world.

Learn ye well, for in The School Of Life, one does not
have the opportunity to repeat a grade.


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A school life

The weather can be totally unpredictable
The human tendency like it is not at all acceptable
The rain is our main source of inspiration
We welcome it in its complete duration

There is tremendous change with the arrival of season
Initial days are quite enjoyed with good reasons
The children too like their initial school days
The parent to find good hope with rays

The school transform the character of child
They learn the basic elements and remain mild
They have innocence but do not act as fool
They learn a lot so long as they remain in school

It is lot more to gain and act
This is most unforgettable fact
It is always remembered in spare days
As it has taught us in many ways

There is enough time to focus on future
The last year shapes destiny and makes it sure
The time is approaching near to give farewell
Everybody is in fine mood to remember it well

The last moments are full of joy
They make it memorable and enjoy
The time and tide waits for none
The saying is well remembered by everyone

The school days are not forever
It has brief spell but to be spent there however
The long association makes them little upset
But the day for for departure is already set

It is natural to feel pain in separation
Everybody become so much emotional
So many incidences emerge in memory lane
As they have decided to leave the school by bus or plane

It may be altogether new experience
Now they have responsibility and enough sense
They may remain busy after leaving the busy life
The teacher has always remained them about edge of knife


They are needing good advice and direction
Whole future depends upon their action
The school platform has limited role
They may have to adjust with different poles

As the days are nearing to depart
They slowly gather to celebrate it in part
They may freely move and try to find
They will be out soon for the new world to find

It may be worrying them a lot
They fear fear and would not want to be caught
The life has become full of ups and down
Now they have to share the burden and own

Time may come soon to be separated
It will become past to be only related
It will remain as lost memory in one corner
They part of new life later or sooner

The path lay wide open to march
No one may lead you with torch
You were ably guided here by teacher
There you will be with respectable sirs

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Life a school, learning the living

Life, a school
With no class rooms
With no black boards
With no one standing before you and teaching
With no tests
With no exams
With no marks, ranks and promotions
With no books
Life, a school
And you are in the same standard or class life through

Who is teaching, but
Everyone you come across and
Everything nearby
From just born to the one waiting to depart
The leaf dancing to the tunes of the wind
The car that is speeding by your side
The plane flying up in the sky
The water flowing gently in the stream
The stars twinkling in the dark sky
The colourful horizon at the other end
The mist, cloud, smoke and emission
The small ant busy carrying a much-bigger-to-its-size dry leaf
The butterfly jumping from flower to flower
All have potentials to teach,
If you have the desire to learn

What do they teach
To remain happy ever
To help others improve their status of happiness
To keep yourself balanced in all situations
To go ahead with your work emotion free
To stay healthy and be kicking
To be special of your own
To be social and sociable
To lead and to be an active part in team
Not to lose time in dreams and wasteful thinking
Not to be lazy and lost
Not to feel unwanted
And quite a number of other things for lively living
And to apply what all you learnt
And just not remeber and pour it out for scoring marks

Who assesses performance?
You and you only
As you only know what was taught
And you only know what was learnt
The more you apply what you learnt
The better is your performance
Know your performace from
How long you stay cool
How many derive benefits of your existence
How many call on you
And how many you call on
How do others respond to your requests
How you respond to their requests
How innovative and creative you remain
How many times you laugh in a day
Assess yourself, if not satisfactory,
Apply more and more of what is learnt
At the same learn more and more

What is the syllabus
It is for you decide
As you are the examiner
You are the taught
You are the student
You are the evaluator
You are the Vice Chancellor of your Life University
Set the syllabus yourself
Check then and there how far you are covering
Fail not to apply, whatever is learnt

What happens if you fail
You will remain where you are, not an inch ahead you can move
You become stagnated and start stinking
No one will be there near
No one play with you, laugh or cry with you
You will not be special, but a specimen
You will have life, but really, are dead

People say
Learn to Live
Let us change that a bit
Live to learn
As life is a school
and learning is living

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School

You go to rotten school quite late,
And hope to ask to write
How rigid is the life we state,
How awful is this right.

Your college mends a life so bland,
It nurtures why you live,
The living has the main demand
Because of that overdrive.

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In this little school

In this little school
Life goes so sweetly,
Day on azure day
Is lost completely.
No one thinks too much,
Or worries greatly.
In a pleasant shade
We dream sedately.
There's no struggle here
Or conflict showing;
Only the sweet pain
Of young limbs growing.

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